there's a curtain
blowing soft in the
breeze, motion attracts
the doe with a wheeze, the
deer's nose is caked with pollen,

the open window,
I see Blue skies of Texas
poppies of Holland, windmills
and windvanes spin a mid-life cycle
of roulette, blond and brunette place
their bet,

it's guitars
and wine in
dixie cups, frogs
singing to the stars,
the new litter of pups
belong to the big dogs
collie and a setter,

she turned
to me and said,
"You know Sage,
life is going to get
better," that's when I
handed her the letter,

Dear Blue,
they told me
today there was
a film coming our
way, Dominga Rio
of Cuero, pass the
Jose Cuervo..

Copyright 5.17.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist